It is clear enough that Eragos is too used to the songsters of the temple and not enough to the wandering bards if he expected sweet compliance of a breed renowned for their independent spirit... Wily and fey and stubborn as pigs, most of them, and he should have expected a fight the moment he tried to force the issue simply because of the boys age- teenagers were ever worse, as a rule after all and dreadfully oblivious of their own mortality even when it was staring them in the face. Had it been so long that he forgot what it was like, then? Perhaps so.
And yet, for all that, Luc is no fool. When wagon door is closed, carefully and finally but not slammed, mind, and bar dropped across it with a familiar thunk... Then will fear over identity recede and be replaced by flood of worry over whatever the light had been, whatever it had done. Hands fairly tear jerkin and doublet in haste to pull them off and the shirt beneath as well, scrabbling against layered bandages until they loosen and sag in loops around too-slim waist. Careful inspection is made of skin and flesh beneath with eyes and icy fingers, teeth dug into lower lip as some evidence of the magic's effects is sought.
And then, when finished with that, she... oh there's no lying to herself half-naked this way... she will rise from her knees and pray. One hand closes tight around the amulet as posture straightens to allow proper breathing and a song that is never offered at a campfire comes forth, one doubtless that Eragos himself would recognize for it has not changed overmuch in a long time. Pure tenor forms the notes of a wordless question to beg enlightenment of the Winged God, awareness opening outwards even as Lucy looks inwards to see what of her personal song, the complicated melody that is woven into her own being... that defines her body and soul, has changed. She is a mere initiate, too afraid of being found to linger for proper tutelage under the wing of one of the great song-priests, but this much she could attempt. No one who did not know their own song could truly sing other songs either, after all, and this first lesson, given along with her amulet, had been remembered perhaps better than any others.
But what would it show her? Was she changed? Or were the differences hidden even that deeply?